Monday, May 26, 2014
It was mid-day and sunny. People were out and about. Having moved away from the downtown area, the people were fewer and further between.
To our right, a mature woman in a color coordinated outfit hat included, acknowledged our presence with a nod, wave, and a full on smile. Dimple included.
And I was done. I steered Melody to the curb, took several deep breaths trying (unsuccessfully) to stave off the waterworks. A motorist pulled along aside me, asked if I was okay. I nodded in the affirmative to get her to move along. Snapped from the absorption of the moment, Melody and I roll the rest of the way home.
And there have been many (perhaps, too many) moments like that over the previous couple of weeks, especially the last few days.
Today is my mom's birthday. She would have been seventy-four.
She will be very much on my mind while I maneuver the day, sharing a meal with the kids, remembering the better times.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Decidedly in, I wish I'd made plans to go out. There was a Dyke Delicious event. Some friends I haven't seen in quite a while had planned to attend.
But I didn't. In I stayed. Afraid I would present as too gloomy.
Much like last year. I went hoping the event would shake me out of the gloom.
But it didn't. Too new. Too raw.
And so, decidedly in. Both son and daughter are working and the early day hope was for art to happen.
But, such has not been the case. All day the simplest task turned into a major production, leading to a mountain of frustration, culminating in my yelling at a customer service rep, telling him to fuck the fuck off. Fuck, fucking idiot.
(Remember way back when? see no. 81)
I am feeling queasy but I'm pretty sure it is the bad beer, not the f-u-c-k word.
Dammit. I should have gone out. I should have pushed through, made the extra effort.
But I didn't. Here I sit, decidedly in, having had my fill of bad beer and decent vodka, about to shower away a tear-streaked face, and trying not to dwell on her birth date near the end of this month.
Here I sit, raw with a realization that I while I am a mother celebrated by her own son and daughter (thank you both for your kindness and thoughtfulness) the overwhelming identity is that of a daughter without a mother to celebrate . . .
in the flesh.
Too new. Too raw. Still. . . . so, no celebration in the traditional sense; no feast, no fuss.
But an honor . . a must.
So, here's to you, to us, to them.
Monday, May 05, 2014
Early evening, actually.
Melody and I cruised the the second nearest park. Once there we rode the perimeter of the park four or five times, took the scenic route home.If if had to guess, I'd say we logged about 5 miles. It was slow going and a bit challenging what with the high winds and lack of movement throughout the week.
But as is in her nature, Melody supported me well.
Hopefully the coming week will yield better weather conditions.
In other news:
1. I'm angling for the opportunity to visit new business, BFF Bikes soon.
2. The actor just wrapped a show. And has begun another. And just as he closes that one, the next one will be about ready to boot.
3. Buttah has an eye infection. He's been on meds for a couple of days now and is improving.
4. A friend sent me some art supplies.They are happily integrated and will be in use very soon. Thank you so very much!
5. THIS is one creepy commercial.
6. I submitted a sample (the first third of the last post) to this site, thanks to a friend's FB posting.
The result: Stephen King.
I must really get to bed now. I hope everyone has a kick-ass Monday (and beyond).
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